Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Can,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.